“Yeah, I turned you to goo,” he groaned as two fingers slid slowly in and out of my pussy. “Damn, I got you this wet, Doc?” He bit down on my earlobe and I shuddered, moved my hips in time with his hand.
“Who else?” Every stroke brought me closer to ecstasy, clinging to his shoulders as his mouth brought me as much pleasure as his hands. My body overheated, my skin flushed and slick with sweat as my pulse raced.
He kissed like he’d been born to do nothing but bring women pleasure with his mouth and I was the lucky recipient. I wanted him, badly. His hands and mouth felt so good, intoxicating and I was so close. Just on the brink of-, “Hey!”
He chuckled as he slid his fingers slowly from my clenching, pulsing—but not coming—body. “Can’t get too carried away with Bobby still upstairs,” he reminded me even as he brought his fingers slicked with my juices to his mouth. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you Dani, I’m pretty fucking hungry for more.”
“Yes, please.” My body felt like I’d run a marathon only I was still turned on, strung tight and ready to play some more.
He chuckled again, the bastard. “But first, I have something to show you.”
I stared at him, heart racing, clit vibrating like it was battery operated. “This better be good.”
Ty
“Well what do you think?”
The sound of my voice startled her, pulled her from her reverie as she walked around the room.
Dani looked up with a wide-eyed grin. “Did you get Bobby to sleep all right?”
I nodded. He’d wanted Dani to read him a story but after the third story I had to put my foot down. “Sorry to kick you out like that, but it seems I’m not the only Hawke male, mesmerized by you.”
It was true. That kiss in the kitchen, that small taste of her mouth, of her arousal, had only hooked me more. My body ached to have her and I was done waiting.
She rolled her eyes. “Make a man some fried chicken and he’s yours for as long as you want him.” Her gaze went back to the book she had picked up from my bookshelf, but she wisely set it aside. “This library is great. So many first editions and in such great condition.”
I knew she would love it. She’d talked a lot online about her love of books and the moment she agreed to come over I knew I had to share this with her. “Want to borrow one?”
“Oh, I couldn’t.”
But she wanted to. Her lips were still swollen from my kisses and I’d bet anything her pussy still dripped for me. “Sure you can. This way we both have a reason to see each other again.”
She took a step closer. “Do we need a reason?”
She was feeling playful now. Good. “No. But you can still borrow it. I have Great Expectations somewhere.” I took a few more steps until we were close enough that our breath mingled. “Maybe I can help you find it,” I told her as my lips brushed hers.
“I think I saw it over on that antique oak desk by the window.”
She squealed when I grabbed her by the waist, surprising her, but quickly wrapped her legs around me as I walked us to the desk. “This desk?” I stepped between her legs so we were pressed together from our lips down to our hips.
“Yes,” she moaned. “This is the one.” Her fingers fisted in my shirt and pulled me close so she could devour my mouth, licking and sucking my tongue that had a straight path of fire to my cock. “You kiss like you were put on earth for nothing but.”
My cock got even harder at her words, at the teasing way she licked my lips. “You’re inspiring me.”
She laughed that husky, amused sound and her head fell back, giving me access to her long graceful neck. Her groan was raw and hungry when my tongue went from the base of her throat to her ear. “Ty,” she moaned in my ear and I pressed against her core. “I want you.”
Nothing was fucking hotter than a woman who knows what she wants, and hearing Dani whisper it in my ear like that ripped the last of my control. Her hands flew to my waist, quickly freeing the steel rod hidden in my pants.
“Dani, babe.” Delicate, capable hands fisted my cock, pumped several times until I shuddered.
“You’re big. Thick. I’ll bet this is a pretty tasty cock too.”
“You can find out soon. But now I need to be inside you.”
“Yes.” Her hips rose as I peeled her soaked panties down her thighs and tossed them behind me, dropping to my knees to inhale her sweet, tangy scent. “Lick it,” she urged with a naughty glint in her eye.
Grasping her hips, I pulled her closer to the edge and licked her fast and hard, loving the sweet moans she made and the way her fingers curled around my hair. She pulled harder and I looked up, breathing heavy, my brain fogged with lust.
“What?”
“I need your cock. Right here,” she groaned and ran one finger through her slick folds.
“Fuck. Yeah.” I stepped back and fisted my cock, pumped it hard as I stepped out of my pants, my eyes never leaving her fingers slicking through her wet pussy. Pulling a condom out and covering myself, I stepped closer and ran my cock through her moisture. “Fuck, so hot.” Slowly I pushed into her wet, pulsing depths. She was tight as fuck, squeezing my cock in her warm grip. “Dani.”
“You feel so good, Ty. So fucking good.” She pulled my bottom lip with her teeth, arching her back as I slid all the way home.
“Ditto, babe.” I paused for a moment just to enjoy the feel of her around me. But my cock rebelled at the stillness, pulsing hard. “You good?”
“I’ll be perfect when you start moving that big cock inside of me.”
Who was I to deny her what she wanted? She wrapped her legs around me tight, moving her hips in time with mine. Arms banded around her, I pumped in and out of her core, hard and fast and dirty while she begged for it. My hips were on a mission to make her scream my name and they could not be tamed or stopped.
“Yes, Ty! Yes, just like that.”
Her throaty cries hardened my cock like steel and my hips moved faster than I thought possible. Every clench of her tight cunt, the smooth glide as she flooded both of us with her juices. I pushed her down so I could grab her tits while I fucked her, pinching her nipples. The sound of her desire, her pleasure, kept me moving. “Dani, baby.”
“Ty, please. I need you.”
I bent over her, pulling one taut strawberry nipple into my mouth and sucking hard while I pumped into her even harder. I felt it the moment the orgasm consumed her. She squeezed tight around my cock, back bowed off the desk as her hips moved in a slow circle. She trembled and fell apart, moaning my name. Fuck. Yeah.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass as I chased my own orgasm. Pounding hard and deep while she continued to cry my name, urging me deeper, I could do nothing but surge into her.
“Fuck, Dani.” She was so tight and squeezing my cock in a vise grip. My balls tightened and I had no more strokes left. My body shook and shuddered as my cock emptied and her name came out on a growl.
“Ty that was…damn. That was good.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course it was. Do you feel this energy between us?”
She nodded, still gulping in air. “I feel it.”
My cock pulsed again as I pulled out of her on a shudder. “Fuck.” I looked down and froze. “Shit.”
“What?” She shot up, looking between us and she froze.
“The condom broke.”
“I’m on the pill,” she said quickly, eyes wide and worried despite her own assurance.
“Okay.” I couldn’t stop the worry in my chest but I grinned. “I’m clean, just so you know.”
“Me too. Plus it’s uh, been awhile for me.”
Her body told that tale. “Yeah, me too.” Too damn long.
Days after having Dani, I couldn’t stop thinking about her and I didn’t know if it had to do with how long it had been since I’d been with a woman, or if it was the specific woman. My body didn’t give a damn. All he knew was that he wanted more.
M
ore Dani.
I hadn’t heard from her in days. Three days to be specific and I didn’t know if she had regrets about our time in the library, because I sure as fuck didn’t, or if she was just busy. But there was only one way to find out.
FlyGuyTy: Busy?
Dani-Kong: Not too busy for you, fly guy. What’s up?
FlyGuyTy: I want to see you again.
Dani-Kong: Yeah? What do you have in mind?
Oh, I had a lot in mind and they started and ended with her naked. Next time I would have her completely naked and laid out on a bed where I could take my time. At least that was part of my plan.
FlyGuyTy: I was thinking dinner. Maybe dancing?
Dani-Kong: There’s something so sexy about a man who can dance.
FlyGuyTy: Like I was saying, definitely dancing.
Dani-Kong: Sounds like the start to a great evening to me.
FlyGuyTy: Does Friday work?
Dani-Kong: Yep. Just make it late in case another marble incident walks in.
FlyGuyTy: Dinner at eight.
Dani-Kong: Can’t wait.
I couldn’t wait either. It had been a long time since a woman had kept my interest, particularly after we’d already had sex. But my interest in Dani didn’t look to be waning. Yet.
Dani-Kong: By the way, Bobby wants to cook with my aunt. She’s okay with it if you are.
This was the problem I had with dating. How soon was too soon to let a woman become involved in Bobby’s life? In fairness, Dani was his doctor and therefore already part of his life, but her extended family was a bigger entanglement than a casual date.
Dani-Kong: If you’re not, that’s cool too. I know it might be too soon.
FlyGuyTy: If your aunt really doesn’t mind, sure. Just tell me when and where.
Dani-Kong: I’ll pick him up and drop him off so you can do…whatever it is you do.
FlyGuyTy: I’ll pick you up and we’ll all go together. Maybe we can make out in your childhood bedroom?
Dani-Kong: No can do. My aunt would love it too much and start planning our wedding.
I laughed and signed off, feeling lighter than I had when I woke up this morning. This woman was intelligent, gorgeous and got a long very well with my son. Not to mention, our chemistry was off the charts. If I didn’t keep it casual, she could sneak into some place where she didn’t belong.
“What’s up with that goofy grin?” Blake strolled into my office, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a blazer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby brother. What’s up?”
“The good doctor then?” He took a seat and got comfortable, smiling smugly as he waited for confirmation.
“We’re going out on Friday. You’re going to watch Bobby?”
“Sure. I got a few new games we can test out. Where are you taking her?”
“Don’t know yet. I was about to figure it out before someone interrupted me.”
“I have a standing reservation at Pokana’s, it’s yours if you want it. Best surf and turf in the city.”
That was perfect. “How about dancing and don’t give me the name of some fucking hipster nightclub.”
Blake laughed, not at all offended by my tone. “I don’t go to hipster clubs. But there’s a new salsa place I do know of, that might be more your speed.”
I frowned at him. “How in the hell do you keep up with this shit?”
“Chicks love a man who can dance.” He moved his hips in the chair, flashing an arrogant grin. “Didn’t you know?”
“I’ve recently been told.” And I couldn’t wait to show her my moves. Tilly and I used to dance all the time, and I was eager to show off my moves to Dani. “Don’t you worry about that.”
“Just make sure you don’t disappoint her in the sack. Bobby says she makes the bestest fried chicken he’d ever had. And I really need to try it.”
The way she clung to me and moaned my name, I knew she wasn’t disappointed. Hell, neither was I.
“It was damn good. Bobby ate it like it was pizza.” That night was the kind of night I’d once dreamed of with Tilly, family, quality time at dinner where everyone helped. Lots of laughter and plenty of noise. “It was a good night.”
“Sounds like it.” He stood abruptly. “Anyway, I have a lunch thing. I’ll call to get you in the restaurant and club.” Then he was gone.
And I was left alone with dirty thoughts of Dani.
Dani
I gave myself one final look in the mirror before Ty was due to arrive. I so rarely wore anything other than Easter egg colored scrubs or yoga pants that seeing myself in a dress threw me for a loop. I wore a fitted teal wrap dress that showed off my slim waist and round ass, and as an added bonus it gave me boobs I didn’t have. Black stilettos and a wrap completed the look. I felt sexy and I had on my lucky perfume because I hoped to get lucky. The doorbell rang just as I exited my bedroom and I took a deep breath before I pulled the door open. Holy fuckballs.
“Damn Ty, you look…really good.” He looked more than good, he looked absolutely fuckable in dark wash jeans, a crisp royal blue shirt with a dark blue sports coat.
“Thanks sweetheart, but that’s my line and you look absolutely stunning.”
My skin prickled at the way his gaze travelled over me, hot and heavy, as real as his hand. “Thank you.” He took my hand and guided me to his giant black SUV.
“I thought we’d go dancing first. Work up an appetite and all that.” He winked and I felt my pussy clench, suddenly regretting the adventurous panties I’d chosen. Squeezing my legs together, I nodded.
“Sounds good.” The drive to the club felt short. We laughed and talked the whole way as he told me about Bobby’s latest effort at cooking.
“It was damn good, tastes just like apple. But how do I tell my talented kid to never cook zucchini pie again?”
“But I thought you said it was delicious?”
“Oh it was. But there’s something not right about zucchini being dressed up like apple pie.”
I laughed and he helped me from the car, wrapping his big hand around mine. “Well I suppose I understand that. But it’s a great way to get a kid to eat vegetables. You ready to dance?”
I nodded and pressed my hands on his chest and stood on my toes. “Until my feet ache,” I told him and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
There was something erotic about dancing with Ty. His gaze hypnotized me as my hips swirled in a seductive ‘S’, moving closer and closer until our bodies collided during a fast Latin beat. He handled me perfectly, leading me around the dance floor as his hands set my body on fire.
Sweaty and turned on, he spun me, he ground that magnificent cock against me and brushed his lips across my overheated skin. Ty used every opportunity to touch or taste me. I fucking love it. “Damn you are a very good dancer.”
His laugh reverberated against my back where it was pressed to his wide, hard chest. “Did you have any doubt?”
“I wasn’t sure,” I told him, my voice hitched as his hands glided over my curves before landing on my ass. But the truth was, being in his arms like this, with his hard body pressed against mine, had all my doubts going away. His pressed deliciously against me all hot and hard—really, really fucking hard—enough to make me wonder if maybe my skirt was a little too short considering my panties.
“The scent of how much you want me is making me hungry.” Those whispered words shocked the hell out of me, sent a sharp jolt of want through my body. “Ready to get out of here?”
Hell yeah! “Um, sure.” I wasn’t opposed to leaving the club and heading straight for the nearest bed. And staying there. Until the sun came up.
His fingertips brushed against the outside of my thighs and I trembled. “Not sure? Maybe you want to say,” he said with amusement in his voice.
“I could eat.” More like I wished he would eat me. He did it so well, and last time it hadn’t been nearly enough, but it was so good I dreamed about it. Because apparently, I am
a greedy girl.
My words propelled him into action and the next thing I knew, my hand was clasped within his as he pulled me through the throng of gyrating bodies as the thumping Latin beat grew further and further away. I gripped his hand tighter as he rushed through the parking lot. “I need to do this now,” he told me, his body pushed mine against the tall SUV. His hands speared through waves I had spent way too long on before his mouth closed over mine. His lips were firm and insistent, toying with me before his tongue invaded my mouth and laid claim to the hot moisture waiting for him.
All I could do was grip his biceps and press my hips into his as his mouth made love to mine and one hand left my hair to graze the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh. With exacting precision, his fingers climbed my bare legs until he reached the surprise I’d worn just for him.
“Oh!” His touch surprised a gasp out of me and my hips bucked against his hand.
Ty ripped his mouth from mine, eyes dark with desire and surprise. “No panties?”
I grinned and shook my head, licking my lips because I needed another taste of him. “Crotchless panties. I wanted to try something new. You like?”
He slipped a long, thick finger deep inside me as his mouth crashed down on mine again, kissing me so hard and passionately I thought I might come right there against his car outside the salsa club.
“No I don’t fucking like it Dani, I love it. But if we don’t stop right now, we’ll miss dinner and I’m trying to impress you.” His sexy grin sent all the butterflies in my belly into full fight, wings fluttering fast.
Why, oh why, did he have to say that? A girl like me was a sucker for a man who tried because in my experience, that’s where most men fell short. “Your dance moves impressed me,” I told him, tracing my fingers over his beautiful plump mouth and down his wide chest. “Your kisses impress the hell out of me.”
“Good,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to mine and I couldn’t help but damn near swoon at that move. At his scent and his nearness. “Because I can’t wait to hear you moan when you eat tonight. I heard the steak is damn good.”
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